Two months ago I didn't think it would be possible that I would ever be warm again. Tonight I'm sitting at my computer with sweat dripping from my brow.
The temperature has swung from 45 degrees yesterday morning to eighty seven degrees tonight.
The hot, still air has me thinking the calendar on my wall should be displaying the month of August.
Fireflies ought to be blinking Morse Code to one another. Bullfrogs should be competing for croaking distance. Mosquitoes the size of bats should be buzzing in for a kill.
With these thoughts comes the realization that it's time for a frosty margarita and some Jimmy Buffet music.
Excuse me while I exit stage left.
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